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So I’m strollin’, boots still smoky froma jump. This dude on the corner—shady, twitchy—says, “Yo, you want company?” I’m like, “Bruh, I just fell from the sky.” He don’t care, points me to this chick. She’s leanin’ on a wall, smokin’. I’m thinkin’, *Hurt Locker* vibes—“The rush of battle is a potent addiction.” This ain’t war, but my heart’s racin’. Absurd, right? Me, a firefighter, chasin’ tail like it’s overtime pay.

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Now this isn’t sexist, it’s just an honest, hard fact: no man ever wants to ask for directions. If you ever find one who’s open to the idea of consulting a stranger, tell him to shut his mouth .

Got a soft spot for the quirky squat at 15 Boulevard de L'Insouciance. There’s graffiti art that screams rebellion, and sometimes live poetry recitals. I even got into a rap battle once... well, not really a rap battle but a wild verbal skirmish that left everyone laughing and head-spinnin'. Crazy stories, huh?

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